I'm not a canary of a boss【Entertainment】

What color is death?

If so, for Qinhuai, it should be black.

The door is hidden.

The sunshine outside the window was just right. Before she did these things, she still thoughtfully bathed and burned incense, cleaned the small room cleanly, and then opened the curtains, allowing the beautiful sunshine to generously pour into the room.

The woman is thin, dressed in black, with long hair spread out, lying peacefully on the bed with her eyes closed.Although these years of wastage have made her beauty less and less fragrant, it still hasn't worn away the beauty between her brows.

She was facing Qin Huai with her eyes closed, as if she was smiling.

In the vase on the table was a new bouquet of lilies, fresh with dew.There was an air of beauty and horror in the room.

In Qin Huai's memory, he didn't even have the impression of his so-called father.But it was because of this ridiculous reason that she ended her life.

Qin Huai just stood there in a daze, unable to run away or move.The two have lived together for a while, the place is remote and quiet, and the owner of the house has a withdrawn personality, so few neighbors come to talk, so he just keeps silent, like a sacrifice to complete her perfect love ceremony, Freeze there.

Until grandpa and grandma arrived, the two no longer young people supported each other, but they couldn't stand up.Grandma has a lot of gray hair—ever since her daughter insisted on falling in love with a man who might as well be dead, her aging rate has increased rapidly.

Grandma's body wobbled and fell down, hugging the stupid Qin Huai indiscriminately, hugging him and weeping.

This was simply the most miserable sound that Qin Huai had ever heard in his life.

Compared with crying, Qin Huai, whose legs were sore from standing at this moment, felt numb, and only looked at the bottle of sleeping pills by the bedside.My mother loved beauty all her life, and she left when her complexion was still young, and her life was always fixed in colorful colors.

But when she left, she was wearing solemn black.People who have long been ashamed cannot see any beautiful colors in the world.

Qin Huai will always remember this day.

This was the day he most wanted to forget in his life, but it was engraved into the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood were easily torn apart.Later, Qin Huai's favorite colors became white and light colors.

When he was also ashamed, he remembered the bottle of sleeping pills.

Now the fear deep in his memory was once again excavated by the effect of the drug.He desperately wanted to escape, he pinched himself and was bruised, but this dream became deeper and deeper, pulling him into an extremely terrifying abyss.

"Don't...don't..."

He suddenly wanted to slam his head against the wall next to him.

Why can't I wake up?Why are you stuck here?

In a daze, he was dragged by a cloud of fog, forcing him to see the old man whose skin and flesh were shriveled on the hospital bed, and the last sliver of life was also withdrawn due to the lack of money to supply him.

He saw the days when he was pulled and bullied, swallowed his anger, and swallowed it with flesh and blood, but in this life, he has been pushed and staggered forward, when is the end?

Qin Huai didn't know.His head was about to split open.

He was drowsy, as if he had seen the man who injected him with the medicine—the ghost with a human skin mask, he grinned and said.

"I will kill you. Or, send you to a place where he will never find you... You will feel that life is worse than death, no, maybe you will still enjoy it."

The sticky, disgusting tentacle brushed his face, and kicked him into a corner with a merciless "gudong".

The body jolted more violently.

Qin Huai felt as if he was on the waves, and the huge waves beat up in horror, and he was locked alone under the deck of the long-decayed ship, and he would be swallowed by sea monsters into the abdominal cavity with countless graves of sailors.

He was blown away by the waves, as if the hull of the ship had exploded, the roaring sound could be heard all around, Qin Huai's eardrum was about to bleed, he didn't want to hear it, moreover, it hurt so much...

"Go away!"

The warm palm was covering his ear, the movement was gentle, but he could clearly feel the owner of the hand trembling.

who is it?

Is he injured?How could it be shaking so much?

Qin Huai was still unconscious, but there was a line of clear tears in the corner of his eyes, warm and slowly flowing down.

"Duan Chen...don't leave, can you stay with me for a few days?"

Almost instantly, Qin Huai thought of that person and that warm embrace.That person seemed to have a telepathy with him, and he would always appear by his side in every moment of his most panic and despair.

But this time, he won't come.

As soon as this feeling appeared, his mind felt a sharp pain.The scene in the dream just now was something Qin Huai had been forced to face countless times. Even though he was desperate, he was still numbly desperate.

But as soon as this new cognition appeared, he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, and a sharp point pierced his heart, and he couldn't hold back anymore, and tears flowed down his face.

Is this the only time when I can ask for more?

Regardless of whether it was the foul-smelling blood in front of him, or the Shidian Yama, he opened his arms and hugged each other tightly: "Duan Chen...you can stay with me, stay with me for a few days... I thought I was going to die, am I right?" dying?"

There were thick and indistinct voices in his ears, so Qin Huai naturally couldn't hear anything.

Only then did he realize that those forced calmness, no matter how real it was, was for him to see.Just like he can't help but be afraid of death, let alone reduce the fear in his body by half.

The familiar smell came again.

Every time Qin Huai perceives the smell in the hospital, he regards them as the breath of life and death, so he instinctively rejects this smell, and even his body conveys this resistance.

After the high fever subsided, there was endless cold, so cold that it extended to the bone marrow, and was thrown into the ice cellar in the twelfth lunar month.

His fingertips were held together, one by one, every joint was properly wrapped, perhaps Qin Huai's cold body temperature made the other party shiver, but soon, his ten fingers became warm.

A drop of hot and humid liquid hit the back of his hand with a "slap".

Qin Huai couldn't open his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't even hear the sound of the outside world clearly, and could only perceive a few vague syllables.

"The medicine is too strong... it will stimulate the spirit..."

Are you talking about yourself?

For a moment, Qin Huai didn't know whether he was alive or dead again.But if he didn't die... would he become like his mother from now on, losing control from time to time?

Soon, an urgent voice interrupted his thoughts: "Why is it at this time?"

Then there was another distant response, which was cut into pieces by the dull eardrum, stretched, kneaded, deformed, and then arranged and combined until the voice of the person in the memory could not be heard.

"If you don't go now, he will run away! Do you want to keep this trouble and come out to threaten you from time to time?"

Qin Huai heard the sound of footsteps going away from him.

The state of his body suddenly relaxed, and he fell into a long-lost sleep.